Jiang Guoteng did not deny it, but nodded.
He returned to the United States yesterday, and lying beside him at the moment was his youngest son Jiang Beize.
If his favorite among his three sons is Jiang Beiyuan, then the one he loves the most is Jiang Beize.
A 16-year-old boy with a fair, baby-like face is always acting like a spoiled child to his father. How could he not love him
Jiang Beize sniffed and clasped his hands toward Jiang Guoteng in a sign of supplication.
"Dad, take me with you next time you go back to Ningcheng. I miss my second brother! Maybe my second brother misses me too!"
"Hahaha, your second brother has your sister-in-law by his side now, so he probably doesn't have time to miss you!"
Jiang Guoteng stroked his son's hair and smoothed it for him. If this little guy went back, without his protection, Pei Jinling would kill him.
"Just stay in the United States for the time being. Now that you are a student, the most important thing is to go to school well. When you go to college, you will be free."
"Then I will go to Ningcheng to go to college, and I will look for my second brother. I haven't seen him for a long time!"
"Okay, okay, when your second brother plans to hold a wedding in the future, I will definitely ask you to go back then!"
Jiang Guoteng followed Jiang Beize's words. He had no mother since he was a child. Jiang Beiyuan treated him well, so he always stuck to Jiang Beiyuan, and his second brother and second brother followed him and screamed.
Later, Jiangbeiyuan returned to Ningcheng.
Then he never returned to the United States.
Until today.
…
A long-awaited ward round.
Jiang Beiyuan strode ahead.
Followed by several doctors responsible for recording.
The man in front has long legs and long feet and walks quickly, which makes walking very difficult for several doctors.
Arriving at the old man Bai Jumei's bed, Jiang Beiyuan stared at the old man on the bed, his voice was low and his expression was gentle, "How do you feel today?"
Before the old man could speak, the doctor behind him hurriedly answered, "Dr. Hui Jiang, the old man's temperature was 37 degrees this morning and his blood pressure was 170. Everything is normal."
Jiang Beiyuan turned his eyes sideways.
"Have I asked you?"
doctor:"… "
The old man smiled, held Jiangbeiyuan's hand, and patted it solemnly, with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, young man, thank you very much. I am an old man and I can't repay you in return."
"It should."
Jiangbeiyuan gave him a smile in return.
"Good things come to good people. I wish you a speedy recovery."
As soon as he finished checking the room and went out, Wang Shuang rushed over in a hurry.
Wang Shuang took Jiang Beiyuan's arm and explained as he walked:
"Come quickly and take a look. A rather difficult patient was sent to our hospital this morning!"
Jiang Beiyuan hung a stethoscope around his neck and put his hands in his pockets. His posture was unhurried. Even when Wang Shuang stuffed the case into his arms, he didn't look at it immediately. He just said lightly:
"Who will give the demonstration and explanation at this year's annual meeting of the Department of Chest Surgery?"
Wang Shuang was stunned.
Stop and stand firm.
"It's still early for the annual meeting. How can you say this if you are so good?"
"I heard from Dr. Zhao that there is a report exchange meeting between Houtian Center and the Second Affiliated Hospital of Licheng University?"
Jiang Beiyuan played with the signature pen in his hand, turning the pen smoothly with his slender fingers.
Wang Shuang was still puzzled, "So, do you want to attend that report meeting?"
"Yeah. The first time and the last time."
Jiang Beiyuan said every word.
"Since you said I don't talk much, I will talk more that day. Once I finish speaking, it should be over."
"W-what do you mean? What does it mean it's over??"
Wang Shuang had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, Jiang Beiyuan put away his pen in the next second, and a look of determination on his brow was like the biting wind.
"It means that it is no joke that there is no more Jiang Beiyuan in the Central Hospital. It is estimated that I will not come to the hospital for a long time."
“If you’re not a doctor, what can you do??”
Wang Shuang was really puzzled.
The latter had an expression on his face: "Do I still need to tell you exactly what I am going to do?"
Then he put the signature pen in his pocket and walked around Wang Shuang with the report in his hand.
"Hey-"
Wang Shuang followed him and called him.
"Then will you come back in the future?!"
(End of chapter)